A blue morning

The morning was robbed of grace
Dreary and mucky it seemed
Thrill was a deficiency of the place
Diminishing the spirit to boring solitude
 
A yawn escaped my mouth
Of boredom and dullness
Aching ribs shook to and forth
Over-reacting me to near madness
 
Full of haste and surprise
I donned the school uniform
Fearing to miss the morning bus
Incidentally missing it, a fate so grim
 
My daddy, a rattle snake
Rattled my bones for the mistake
Maltreating me to a toil of cakes to bake
Raping my mood to a point of break
 
By the evening I was worn and tired
A state sporadic in my life
But it seemed a bad luck I had
A brush with malevolent fate
 
 © GIDRAF MWANGI